[Hellion]

((Random Posts through the eyes of cat's I RP when ever I have a lot of muse for a certain type of post but don't have time for threads or I'm already in threads. I don't like my cats having more than two threads at a time, that way I know I have time for each. This is just a muse dump...Past/Present/Future ))

Crookedgaze

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You heal these scars over time
And braced my soul, you loved my mind
Your the only angel in my life

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The past, isn't easily forgotten.

Crookedgaze rose up out of his den, the scent of a new rain cooling his nose. His tail flicked in anticipation, careful as he walked over fellow warriors, apologizing when he stepped on someone's paw or tail. His nose flared once outside, drinking in the rain scent, something he treasured and even fantasied about. It was early, even more a warrior, the dawn patrol wouldn't leave for little while longer, the sun still hadn't even started to rise. Just the early pink was coming through, the rest of the sky a fading black.

He maneuvered around the camp, his instincts taking him to Silentsong's den, it was an everyday thing, he always wound up by her den. Part of him wanted to peek inside, see if she was okay, ask if she had any scary dreams or even if she thought of him. He wouldn't even dare mention those thoughts to him, he kept them safe in his heart. His mouth drew open, taking in her scent which was just a habit, it wasn't like he could ever forget it, the she-cat had her own personal section in his brain, all those things he devoted to her stored there, her favorite meal even her favorite flower, which were normally herbs. He tried to find them while he was hunting, but it wasn't easy he never had an knack for herbs.

Crookedgaze waited by her den entrance his heart filling with a mixture of love and joy, not to mention the usual heart ache. He hated she was a medicine cat, but he loved her knowledge he just wished she would leave her rank, become a queen, be his mate. His eyes narrowed, claws sinking into the dirt till they clogged with the wet ground in anger. Why was there that stupid law?! A growl escaped his mouth, he turned quickly on his heels and headed out of camp, anger feeling his pores.



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I may not have the sofest touch
I may not say the words as such
And thought I may not look like much
I'm yours.

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[Hellion]

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Swanfeather pleaded, her eyes downcast, her shoulder hunched. Smokeyowl had helped her move him into their den, soon to be just her alone. Her blue eyes seemed cold, almost lost as she looked at him. His body so mangled, she did her best to wash him. However the metallic taste of his matted blood made her gag and turn away, his eyes were pleading her to stay, but she couldn't, not while the elders washed him, preparing him for his departure. Swanfeather was doing all that she could, forcing the feverfew down his throat with what little honey she could find, even dripping water over his lips to keep them moist as she waited. No cat bothered her, but the whispers remained. "She loves him you know. It's StarClan's law, that's why he is dying. No Medicine cat should ever love. Sad to see him go, but he stole food and loved a medicine cat, can't say he didn't have it coming." Those harsh words and whispers clung to her pelt, but she was a fighter, without tooth and claw but sill a fighter. She used all the herbs she could spare. Smokeyowl took care of everyone who weren't nearly as hurt. Like Lizzardhiss, the NightClan prisoner he was their target. The she-witch even boasted about being the one to bite at his neck, those wounds would be his death. Swanfeather couldn't even managed to eat anything, as sat her virgil watching his slow shallow breaths. There was a time when his fever broke softly, he spoke of their kits. He wanted to name them Rosekit and Daisykit, their beauty would be known like their mother and if they were toms he wanted them named Bravekit and Loyalkit for their mother as well. Swanfeather smiled but sad eyes as she talked with him softly, her head beside his as his voice grew softer and softer. She told him that if he came back, got stronger she would train an apprentice and leave her rank. He smiled but his eyes were dull, she knew he wasn't coming back. Yet she remained, until the night. She drifted asleep, her body pressed against his, his feverish pelt touching her's. He stirred and she woke quickly, always having been a light sleeper. "I see Fernstar! He is calling to me" His voice was weak and Swanfeather rose up and nodded to him. "It's okay Frostfang darling, he is taking you to StarClan" Swanfeather was barely able to say, he closed his eyes. "I love you Swanfeather, we will meet again. I promise to walk in your dreams." He whispered again, his time his breathing coming quicker but shallow, Swanfeather started to yowl, her cries waking the camp. Smokeyowl rushed out to her, bringing lavender with him, he waited until the warrior stopped breathing. However Swanfeather never stopped yowling. She kept up her cries until Smokeyowl forced her to eat poppy seeds, then finally did she stop, but somehow she didn't rest. When cats came by to give their respects she snarled at them. Turning bitter on the spot, the cats that called him foolish she wouldn't let near him. Very few cats were able to touch nose to pelt with the white warrior, but the few that did truly cared for the tom. Swanfeather was empty now her belly wasn't full with his kits, she wouldn't have a living memory to have for him. No Rosekit or Bravekit growing inside. She snarled and growled at everyone, but somehow all that changed. In the days that followed his burial and after Smokeyowl told her of where his resting place was, she snarled less and less. She returned to her duties, however her eyes were no longer bright and playful, instead they were cold and pained. Every night for the first moon she visited his grave on her way to gather herbs. She brought back wildflowers for him, he loved to roll around in them. Swanfeather will never be the same, her heart is covered in frost, numb to any new emotion, but she still carries on, waiting for the night to see her warrior in white. 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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Two cats smelling of RainClan were nuzzled together, in the safety of the the Willow Stream. A plain white warrior, with mix matched eyes stared lovingly at the she-cat he was wrapped around, his large body making her look even smaller. The she-cat he was wrapped around looked up at him and smiled, her eyes closed but she felt his warmth. "Tell me again Frostfang" She cooked toward him, licking at his cheek which made him smirk. "Tell you what? How much I love you? How I'd give you all the stars in Silverpelt to decorate your nest?" He purred, his voice sound husky as he nuzzled her again. "No silly I was talking about our kits." She replied a flush warming her cheeks. "Oh well that's easy, I'd like a little she-cat just as pretty as her mama. All fluffy and small, she has to be small. I'd like to name her Rosekit, since well you remind me of a beautiful rose, all pretty but tough as StarClan's claws" He purred with a smirk, Swanfeather pouted only just a little as she batted at his ears. "It's not nice to tease Frostfang" She scolded him playfully, his ears flickering. "I'm not teasing I'm serious, now if we have a tom I want him to be Bravekit, our little warrior. He will be brave like you and a little like me" He joked, making her once again bat at his ears. "I hope you don't mind having to wait until I train a cat to take my place." Swanfeather meowed looking down at the water below them. "I have you, the kits are just a bonus." He purred reassuring her with a loving nuzzle. There they nuzzled in silence till the sun shifted, Swanfeather climbed out of the tree and gathered up the herbs she carried, Frostfang carried the two fish he caught, but they took different routes home, it wasn't smart for them to always be seen together, rumors were already circling they didn't want to had fire to the blaze. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

[Hellion]

Hawkfall
unborn offspring of Falconleap and Vultureback

Nose flared the long haired brown tabby looked up toward the trees above him, thinking fondly of his mother, the she-cat that once climbed this very trees when she still was the deputy. It was an odd though to think of, after all it was nearly 20 moons since his mother set foot willingly on StoneClan territory. Ever since the great war between StoneClan and all the other clans, the sandy tabby left her home and rank to live in RainClan, curled up beside his father Vultureback.

While it was an odd thought to ponder, Hawkfall didn't regret his parent's for their forbidden love, without their pairing he wouldn't have been born, that alone was a thought to justify everything about himself. He had his father's pale green eyes and long plush fur, his mother and him shared their brown tabby markings, however his were a shade or two darker. What the mother and son didn't match up in physical make up they shared in instinct and behavior. Even in his early kit-hood days, Hawkfall always prided himeslf on being honest much to his sister Heroncry's annoyance, he was the one to always confess about leaving the nursery to early.

It wasn't until his first outing with the entire family to meet his uncle in StoneClan did he come to envy his uncle and his personal claim to the large expansions of StoneClan. As he grew to his tender years of 6 moons he asked his mother ever so polity, after all he was gentlemen, to visit his uncle.

Falconleap agreed and took her second son to the border where he proudly asked his uncle to take him in, let him join StoneClan. At first it was shock to his mother but she allowed it happen, understanding her son's love for climbing and being on top of the world.

14 moons had gone and Hawkfall has joined StoneClan much to Fallingstar's distaste but he grew to prove himself to be a strong StoneClan warrior, matching his mother's skill paw or paw and even beating her own records for climbing what little trees StoneClan had to claim, it would make his mother proud, if only she had seen it.

It was truly lonely for the half-clanl cat but he didn't regret anything that had happened to him. He had mastered his mother's skill of climbing on to tree limps and jumping down to attack larger birds of prey, giving him the name Hawkfall after his skill. The long haired tabby looked below him and sniffed the air, trying to find the faintest smell of birds but no such luck warmed the nose of the tabby but he wasn't ready to give up.

He picked a tree with plenty of limbs and climbed it effortlessly and purred as the wind ruffled his fur and warmed his heart. With thrill shining brightly in his pale eyes and curled his way out further on the limb his paw-steps carefully placed to ensure his weight was evenly spaced out. It was like a carefully created dance and did everything he hope for by clearing his head away of his siblings and his family so far away in RainClan.

Hawkfall perched himself on the limb, looking down to the forest below him, his thought wandering but never really settling on an idea, instead he just enjoyed the day and the freedom the tree tops provided.

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Covered in lush red fur a she-cat of older moons crossed the tiny border, eyes narrowed on a handsome little tom-cat. He was no more than 8 or so moon old was on his own, appearing to be collecting small kill from along a well worn path. The devil of a she-cat opened her maw to taste the cold air and a pleased look crossed her face, this little tom was from RainClan and by the looks of him underfeed and tired.

Shatani didn't maker her presence known just yet instead she hurried and cut him off with a warm smile but darkness in her eyes."Hello little one, you've strayed a little to far from home don't you think?" She spoke with a coy smile. The apprentice dropped what he was carrying and gave a few frantic glancing in a few directions. "I didn't know I crossed the border, I'm sorry, I'll hurry home." He spoke quickly, reaching down to pick up his two meager pieces but Shatani was there pulling the meal away with a forepaw. "I think you stole this prey from NightClan and I have every right to punish you." Shatani said darkly, lowering herself to look directly at the young cat's eyes, which had grown wider in fear. "I'll g-g-give the p-p-prey back I swear. Just don't hurt me p-p-pplease. He started to plead and Shatani had to admit it to herself she enjoyed his fear scent coming so strongly off his pelt.

Returning to her full height she looked down at him and smirked, claws unsheathing and watched as his baby blue eyes darted to her menacing claws. He looked ready to run but the fear in his eyes told her he couldn't no matter how much his mind told him to run get away as fast as he could his body was frozen at the spot.

"L-l-let me g-g-go home p-p-please." He begged again but Shatani was having nothing of it, taking a step back Shatani appeared to be allowing him room to move but she had a feeling he wouldn't get to far. Without warning she started to circle and as a reflex he too started to circle, fallowing her movement with his head and eyes. "You stole from NightClan and I'll punish you little one. Your death will serve a greater stepping stone in my plan." She growled, lowering herself in one fluid motion she sprang knocking him off his paws and into the mud and snow. He let out a pained gasp but that didn't help much, Shatani was already clawing at his smaller frame.

A weak effort was made on his part, claw and biting at anything he could get a hold of he was successful to land a few blows to her side or bite at her shoulder but she was quicker, landing stronger and more fetal blows to him. There wasn't much of a struggle and the fight itself was short lived, stepping back with a slight pant she admired her handy work.

Blood splattered all around the snow, his mangled brown tabby coat had splotches of blood and side was torn to shreds. His breathing no more audible then ever before coming in infrequent gasp of cold air, Shatani knew he was at death's door, but a famous question came to her head. Should she kill him now or watch as he suffered? Lay beside him as he gasped for breath his blood oozing out of his tiny frame. It would be more exciting after all Shatani would be able to admire her excellent fighting skill while he still lived, see just how far her claws tug into his flesh. Or would she grant a little bit of mercy to him? Bite into his neck and end his life there, no instead Shatani had a more heartless idea in mind.

Licking her chest fur down a little she felt a little sting where the wild apprentice had manged to claw at her but she dismissed those easily and stood above him, looking down at him. She did something odd and groomed him for a moment, cleaning away the blood that had gathered at his neck and groomed his young but handsome face. "I'll grant you a little mercy, I'll kill you now instead of allowing you to die slowly." She cooed at him watching as he gargled on the blood in his mouth as pathetic attempt to talk.

Reaching up with her left paw she licked it clean, for a moment savoring the taste of his blood on her claws before placing it on his neck, where the windpipe would be. He grew frantic knowing she wasn't going to bite him and end his suffering she was planning to smother him! He kicked wildly but the more she struggled the more her claws started to dig into his neck fur fresher blood oozing out. He finally stopped struggling and his eyes seemed lost and distant that was when she finished the job.

Pushing down she felt his breathing grow more shallow until it stopped all together, she bent her head down and whispered in his ear. "Thank you for helping me destroy NightClan. " Those words were almost a demented motherly purr before she stepped back and moved her head to listen to his chest, pleased there was no sound of breathe.

Now the dull work, she carried his small body, surprised on just how heavy he was but after all he was dead wait. Without must ceremony she dropped him on top of a border markings with NightClan but clearly visible by RainClan's border. She tucked him away with a little dignity before gathering up the food he had caught, no point on letting it go to waste. Without a backwards glance she hurried before the next patrol and headed home.

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[Hellion]

Gracklefire

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In a short pelt of night, the graceful paw steps of the seasoned warrior excused herself with a flick of her tail, the guard for the camp giving her a polite nod as she left. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, in fact it wasn't going to be easy thing to do, it was rather heart breaking in fact but she didn't want others following her.

Amber eyes were down cast, her ears flicked back and forth, black whiskers brushing against tree bark as she walked close to them, rubbing her scent on everything, mixing it with the natural smells of the pine forest, where she was going the only thing she needed was herself.

The walk had been pleasent minus where she was going, in fact it was cheerful almost and mentally she thought of bringing Roughthroat for a walk, not to where she was going, but just a plain old walk would be good for the two of them. For a moment she slowed down her pace to thing of the handsome tom she called her own, his stormy blue eyes that Starlingpaw carried and the stormy pelt that most of her kits did as well.

Her path brought her out of NightClan territory and up a slight hill to an enclosed nook in the valley. The ground had already grown over, his burial was something she hadn't seen yet but the loner's word were true, his place was marked by the large rock that took his life. It was a sad kind of ironic, the stone that killed him marked his place of burial, no cat dared to take him home, not that many knew.

"Well here we are Swiftfoot, you lived the life of a loner and I the life of a warrior queen. Funny how you probably are up in StarClan now, talking the ear off of my little ones." The sorrow in her voice for her closest friend was heavy in her voice. "Are they beautiful? Do they have my eyes?" It was morbid one sided chat, talking to the remains of her friend, asking about her kits that were never born.

"I bet you know I have five kits of my own now, they are sired by Roughthroat the deputy and for the first time in my life since you left I actually love another tom." Her words were a little strong now as she settled down to lay across from her friend's remains, pretending for the moment she could see him doing the same, but he wasn't there it was just pretend.

" I love him so very much Swiftfoot, he is just simply amazing. Determined and calm he carries a certain quality that I respect and admire in him, sure I sometimes get upset I don't get to see him but I am proud he is the deputy, and over joyed he loves me back." Gracklefire purred the words about her mate, looking down to her friends remains.

"Mothpaw, Starlingpaw, Cederpaw, Palepaw and Juncopaw are their names. Five kits, it's funny really they grow up so fast. Starlingpaw is the oldest and more outspoken. Palepaw is quiet same as Mothpaw. Cederpaw is a mix of gentle but firm and little Juncopaw is the oddest of the bunch but by far the sweetest tom. " She spoke warmly of her kits, her love for the five that lives was clearly brought her out of the sorrows of the loss of her other three. " No way of asking if you sired any kits, not sure the world could handle another Swiftfoot in the world." She teased and lost herself in the telling of the life after he left, even if he couldn't hear them it felt good to get them off her chest.

The brisk day air shifted and started to cool, gathering herself up she nodded her head to her buried friend, turning and returning to camp, the return home far faster then the first walk. She was greeted by her daughter Starlingpaw who was just returning from what looked like hunting and gave the meal to her siblings before sitting down to join them, her little head popped up as Gracklefire came closer.

"Hi mama I missed ya where were you?" She asked all so innocently, with a sad look in her eye she bent down to sit beside the five of the kits she brought into the world, her smile small but present. "I was juts visiting an old friend, a very good and dear old friend." She added a few moments after, her heart free of sorrow her eyes still held it close, if only Swiftfoot could see them now.

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Baby you're the only one I run to
I run to you

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